Hannibal Ep 101 Aperitif

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Producer:
Bryan Fuller
Martha De Laurentiis
Jesse Alexander
Chris Brancato
Apritif
Written by
Bryan Fuller
Directed by
David Slade
Based on the characters created by
Thomas Harris
Prod. #101/Air #101
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HANNIBAL
Apritif
TEASER
CLOSE ON - WILL GRAHAM
A handsome, haunted man with a naive focus. REFLECTIVE LIGHT
flashes across his face, lighting up his eyes. All SOUND IS
DULLED as if his ears were blocked, the AMBIENT NOISE of
Wills circulatory system provides an organic hum. He stares
into middle-distance as CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL we are -1
INT. HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Arterial spray splashes a wall near a blood-soaked carpet.
Through the windows we see DOZENS OF OFFICERS and as many
POLICE CARS. A CRIME-SCENE PHOTOGRAPHER takes pictures. A
team of CORONERS remove TWO BODIES -- THERESA and THOMAS
MARLOW, both 30s/40s. A tableau of horrible violence.
Will Graham sits serenely amongst the carnage on a yoga mat.
A POLICE OFFICER and SUITED DETECTIVE herd the Crime-Scene
Photographer and the remaining team of Coroners out the door.
Will Graham takes a breath, exhales, then closes his eyes.
A PENDULUM
It swings in the darkness of Will Grahams mind, keeping
rhythm with his heart beat. FWUM. FWUM. FWUM.
ON WILL GRAHAM
His eyes are closed. The PENDULUM is now outside his head.
It swings behind Will, wiping away in its wake the gush of
arterial spray from the wall. FWUM. The PENDULUM swings on
the other side of the window, wiping away the OFFICERS and
POLICE CARS in front of the house. FWUM. The PENDULUM
swings across the stained carpet lifting the blood. FWUM.
The PENDULUM swings across the blood spattered SECURITY KEY
PAD and the rust-colored dried drops vanish. FWUM.
(NOTE: The PENDULUM is a stylistic device, our REVERSE
METRONOME rewinding Will to a TIME BEFORE THE MURDERS.)
The crime scene has now been decriminalized in Wills mind.
Will Graham opens his eyes and stands, turns and walks
BACKWARDS toward the front door (which shows signs of a
violent forced entry), opening it behind him, back-stepping
outside before closing it again. CAMERA REVEALS THE DOOR IS
NOW PRISTINE, PRE-FORCED ENTRY.
HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

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6/26/13
2.
EXT. HOME - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS - WILLS P.O.V.

Will walks backward out the front door, across the lawn, over
the sidewalk. He is alone in the neighborhood in his P.O.V.
POP WIDE - OMNISCIENT P.O.V.
The Police Officers, Detectives, Coroners and Crime-Scene
Specialists all part or stand by, averting their eyes as they
intentionally avoid looking at Will Graham backwards walking
through them toward the shadowy yard across the street.
A Police Officer breaks protocol and sneaks a peek at Will.
A SUPERIOR OFFICER snaps and points at the Officer, who
quickly fixes his gaze on the ground in front of his feet.
ON WILL - WILLS P.O.V.
The street is empty. The PENDULUM STOPS SWINGING, snapping
into place as Will snaps into focus. He watches the quiet
house (he just back-walked out of) from across the street.
Through the partially curtained windows, he can see the
silhouettes of (still living) Theresa and Thomas Marlow.
Will watches them for a long moment, taking in their
domesticity, then walks with purpose for the front door.
OVERHEAD SHOT- OMNISCIENT P.O.V.
The crowd of Officers, Detectives, Coroners and Specialists
parts to allow Will Graham a direct path.
ON WILL - WILLS P.O.V.
He marches to the front door and VIOLENTLY KICKS IT IN. The
HOME SECURITY ALARM BLARES. Thomas Marlow rushes down the
stairs, two steps at a time, moving to intercept Will.
Will raises a TOWEL-WRAPPED ARM. Thomas realizes too late
that its concealing a GUN. Will SHOOTS HIM TWICE THROUGH
THE NECK. The FIRED SHOTS, ENTRY WOUNDS, EXIT WOUNDS, and
PLUMES OF TERRYCLOTH DEBRIS are all QUICK CUT SLOW MOTION.
WILL GRAHAM
I shoot Mr. Marlow twice, severing
jugulars and cartoids with near
surgical precision. He will die
watching me take what is his away
from him. This is my design.
Theresa Marlow is frantically pushing the panic code into the
HOME SECURITY KEY PAD when Will SHOOTS HER expertly THROUGH
THE THROAT, missing her jugular, BREAKING HER NECK and
peppering the KEY BAD with blood. She drops to the floor.
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3.
WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)

I shoot Mrs. Marlow expertly
through the neck. This is not a
fatal wound. The bullet misses
every artery. She is paralyzed
before it leaves her body. Which
doesnt mean she cant feel pain.
It just means she cant do anything
about it. This is my design.
Will finishes punching in OFF on the ALARM CODE and the
BLARING HOME SECURITY ALARM is mercifully silenced. The
PHONE IMMEDIATELY RINGS. Will picks it up.
VOICE ON TELEPHONE
This is DDX Security. Who am I
speaking with?
Will hangs up the phone, breaking character as he asks:
WILL GRAHAM
I need the Incident Report from the
Home Security company.
CAMERA REVEALS Will is now holding the Incident Report.
WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)
(perusing the report)
This was recorded as a false alarm.
There was a false alarm last week.
(then)
He tapped their phone.
SMASH CUT TO:
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EXT. HOUSE - TELEPHONE POLE - NIGHT - OMNISCIENT P.O.V.
A PHONE COMPANY REPAIRMAN has climbed to the top of the

telephone pole and is examining an open CUSTOMER SERVICE BOX.
Yup.
PHONE COMPANY REPAIRMAN

SMASH BACK TO:
INT. HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - WILLS P.O.V.

As before, Will holds the land line in one hand and his own
smart phone in the other.
VOICE ON TELEPHONE
This is DDT Security. Who am I
speaking with?
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4.
Will holds his SMART PHONE to the phone receiver as he

watches Theresa Marlow bleed to death, paralyzed by the shot
through her neck, unable to say a word. He presses a button:
SMART PHONE THERESA
Theresa Marlow.
VOICE ON TELEPHONE
Can you please confirm your
password for security purposes.
SMART PHONE THERESA
(another button)
Tea kettle.
VOICE ON TELEPHONE
Thank you, Mrs. Marlow. We
detected a front door alarm.
SMART PHONE THERESA
(another button)
Yes, that was me. That was my
fault. Sorry about that.
VOICE ON TELEPHONE
Is there anyone in the house with
you at this time, Mrs. Marlow?
SMART PHONE THERESA
(another button)
Im just here with my husband.
Its all good. Were good.
VOICE ON TELEPHONE
Do you require any further
assistance at this time?
SMART PHONE THERESA
(another button)
No. Thank you so much for calling.
Sorry about the false alarm.
Will hangs up and looks sympathetically at Theresa Marlow.
WILL GRAHAM
And this is where it gets truly
horrifying for Mrs. Marlow.
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INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - LECTURE HALL - DAY

Will Graham lectures a CLASSROOM OF F.B.I. TRAINEES.
CHRYON tells us we are -F.B.I. ACADEMY, QUANTICO, VIRGINIA
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WILL GRAHAM
Everyone has thought about killing
someone one way or another. Be it
your own hands or the hand of God.
Now think about killing Mrs. Marlow.
A SERIES OF MARLOWE HOME CRIME SCENE PICTURES are projected
on the screen behind Will.
WILLS P.O.V. - THE TRAINEES
He surveys the lecture hall for social appearances. The
Trainees eyes are always OUT OF FRAME, at most we glimpse
brows, lids, the occasional lash -- but never eye contact.
WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)
Why did she deserve this? Tell me
your design. Tell me who you are.
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INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - HALLWAY - ON JACK CRAWFORDS BACK
He walks down the corridor toward Will Grahams lecture hall.

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INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - LECTURE HALL - DAY

JACK CRAWFORD (weathered, austere, strongly built late 40s)
ENTERS as the TRAINEES file out of the classroom. There are
scattered SMITTEN GLANCES tossed Will Grahams direction, who
is naturally oblivious because he is actively avoiding eyecontact with everyone, even as he warns his exiting students:
WILL GRAHAM
The sad, dull truth of these crimes
is they can usually be reduced to a
male penetrative control issue. I am
expecting a higher level of scrutiny.
The last of the TRAINEES EXITS and Will notices hes alone in
his lecture hall with the weathered, austere man.
JACK CRAWFORD
Mr. Graham.
Will quickly puts on a pair of glasses as Jack approaches.
INCLUDE: WILLS P.O.V. - JACK CRAWFORD
The TOP RIM OF WILLS GLASSES are strategically positioned to
BLOCK JACKS EYES and prevent direct eye-contact.
JACK CRAWFORD (CONTD)
Im Special Agent Jack Crawford. I
lead the Behavioral Science Unit.
Weve met.
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WILL GRAHAM
Jack knows full well theyve met but didnt intend to broach.
JACK CRAWFORD
Yes, we had a disagreement about
the museum when we opened it.
WILL GRAHAM
I disagreed with what you named it.
JACK CRAWFORD
The Evil Minds Research Museum?
WILL GRAHAM
Its a little hammy, Jack.
Jack likes Wills directness and returns the favor:
JACK CRAWFORD
Youve hitched your horse to a
teaching post. I understand its
not easy for you to be sociable.
WILL GRAHAM
Im just talking at them. Im not
listening to them. Its not social.
Jack gently pushes Wills glasses up the bridge of his nose
so hes forced to make fleeting eye contact.
JACK CRAWFORD
Where do you fall on the spectrum?
Will picks up the rhythm and syntax of Jacks voice:
WILL GRAHAM
My horse is hitched to a post
closer to Aspergers and Autistics
than narcissists and sociopaths.
JACK CRAWFORD
But you can empathize with
narcissists and sociopaths.
WILL GRAHAM
I can empathize with anybody. Less
to do with personality disorders
than an active imagination.
Jack smiles at that, leans in, then:
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7.
JACK CRAWFORD
Can I borrow your imagination?
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EXT. F.B.I. ACADEMY GROUNDS - QUANTICO, VIRGINIA - DAY

CAMERA FOLLOWS Jack Crawford leading Will Graham across a
field of TRAINEES on a FIRING RANGE as another GROUP OF
TRAINEES in matching sweats jogs by.
JACK CRAWFORD
Eight girls from eight different
Minnesota campuses abducted in the
last eight months.
WILL GRAHAM
I thought there were seven.
JACK CRAWFORD
There were.
WILL GRAHAM
When did you tag the eighth?
JACK CRAWFORD
About three minutes before I walked
into your lecture hall.
WILL GRAHAM
Youre calling them abductions
because you have no bodies?
JACK CRAWFORD
We have nothing. No bodies. No
parts of bodies. Nothing that
comes out of a body. We have
lonely swabs in used evidence kits.
WILL GRAHAM
Then those girls werent taken from
where you think they were taken.
JACK CRAWFORD
Where were they taken from?
WILL GRAHAM
I dont know. Someplace else.
A MAP OF MINNESOTA
SEVEN BLUE SQUARES dot the map corresponding with SEVEN
GRADUATION or CASUAL PICTURES of the SEVEN MISSING GIRLS.
6/26/13
8.
JACK CRAWFORDS VOICE

All abducted on a Friday so theyre
not reported missing until Monday.
However hes covering his, tracks
he needs the weekend to do it.
CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL we are -9
INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - JACK CRAWFORDS OFFICE - DAY

Jack TACKS an EIGHTH BLUE SQUARE to the map and hands a
SENIOR PROM PORTRAIT of Elise Nichols to Will.
WILL GRAHAM
Number eight?
JACK CRAWFORD
Elise Nichols. St. Cloud State on
the Mississippi. Disappeared
Friday. Supposed to house sit for
her parents over the weekend. Feed
their cat. Never made it home.
WILL GRAHAM
One through seven are dead, dont
you think? Hes not keeping them
around. Got himself a new one.
JACK CRAWFORD
(agreeing)
Were focusing on Elise Nichols.
Will takes in the smiling hopeful faces next to BLUE SQUARES.
WILL GRAHAM
They all look like Mall of America.
Thats a lot of wind-chaffed skin.
JACK CRAWFORD
Same hair color. Same eye color.
Roughly same age, height, weight.
What is it about all these girls?
WILL GRAHAM
Its not about all of these girls.
Its about one of them.
He pins Elise Nichols photo next to the EIGHTH BLUE SQUARE.
WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)
Hes like Willy Wonka. Every girl
he takes is a candy bar.
(MORE)
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9.
WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)

Hidden amongst all those candy bars
is the one, true intended victim,
which if we follow through on the
metaphor, would be your Golden
Ticket.
JACK CRAWFORD
Warming up for his Golden Ticket or
reliving whatever he did to her.
WILL GRAHAM
Golden Ticket wouldnt be the first
taken and she wouldnt be the last.
He would hide how special she is.
I mean, I would. Wouldnt you?
JACK CRAWFORD
Id like you to get closer to this.
WILL GRAHAM
You have Heimlich at Harvard and
Bloom at Georgetown. They do the
same thing I do.
JACK CRAWFORD
Thats not really true, is it? You
have a specific way of thinking.
WILL GRAHAM
Has there been a lot of discussion
about the specific way I think?
JACK CRAWFORD
You make jumps you dont explain.
WILL GRAHAM
The evidence explains.
JACK CRAWFORD
Then help me find some evidence.
Will studies the beautiful milquetoast faces on the map.
WILL GRAHAM
That may require me to be sociable.
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EXT. NICHOLS HOME - NIGHT

Establishing.
A CHYRON tells us we are --
DULUTH, MINNESOTA
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10.
INT. NICHOLS HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Elises PARENTS. They are sick with worry. Mr. Nichols is
rationalizing while Mrs. Nichols seems almost resigned.
MR. NICHOLS
She could have gone off by herself.
She was a very interior young
woman. She didnt like living in a
dorm. I could see how the pressure
of school might have gotten to her.
She likes trains. Maybe she just
got on a train and...
Will Graham and Jack Crawford sit opposite Mr. and Mrs.
Nichols as he trails off. Hard to convince even himself.
Will continues to avoid eye contact with the Nichols.
MRS. NICHOLS
She looks like the other girls.
JACK CRAWFORD
She fits the profile.
MR. NICHOLS
Could Elise still be alive?
JACK CRAWFORD
We simply have no way of knowing.
A previously silent Will Graham offers an odd question:
WILL GRAHAM
Hows the cat?
What?
MRS. NICHOLS
WILL GRAHAM
Hows your cat? Elise was supposed
to feed it. Was the cat weird when
you came home? It didnt eat all
weekend. Must have been hungry.
The Nichols are initially unsure how to respond, then:
MR. NICHOLS
I didnt notice.
WILL GRAHAM
He took her from here.
(off Jacks look)
She got on a train. She came home.
She fed the cat. And he took her.
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6/26/13
11.
Jack doesnt hesitate to pull out his phone and dial.

JACK CRAWFORD
(to phone)
The Nichols house is a crime scene.
I need ERT immediately. Zeller,
Katz, Jimmy Price, a photographer.
The Nichols are trying to wrap their minds around the quick
flurry of action and what it means to their little girl.
WILL GRAHAM
Can I see your daughters room?
MRS. NICHOLS
Police were up there this morning.
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INT. NICHOLS HOME - ELISE NICHOLS CLOSED BEDROOM DOOR
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Mr. Nichols leads Will, who pulls on gloves as they approach.

Will warily eyes the CAT pawing at the door eager to go
inside. Will stops Mr. Nichols from reaching the door knob.
WILL GRAHAM
Ill get that. Mr. Nichols, would
you put your hands in your pockets
and avoid touching anything please?
MR. NICHOLS
We been in and out of here all day.
WILL GRAHAM
You can hold the cat if its easier.
Mr. Nichols picks up the cat as instructed. Will wraps a
gloved hand around the knob and opens the door.
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ELISE NICHOLS BEDROOM
13
The light from the hallway streaks across the floor and up
the wall as Will ENTERS. He stands just inside the door,
immediately noticing the OPEN WINDOW. He flicks on the light
switch, illuminating the room. He stares.
ELISE NICHOLS
She lays coffin-style in her bed, dressed in pajamas as if
she had JUST gone to sleep. The gray pallor of her skin, the
clean PUNCTURE WOUNDS visible under her pajamas, and her unbreathing bosom are immediately evident to Will. Sadly, Mr.
Nichols fails to notice. Blinded by hope, he steps forward.
Elise?
MR.
NICHOLS
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Will raises a gloved hand, stopping Mr. Nichols.

WILL GRAHAM
I need you to leave the room.
Realizing the worst, Mr. Nichols abruptly drops the cat.
END OF ACT ONE
12.
6/26/13
13.
ACT TWO
ON WILL GRAHAM
Jack Crawford steps INTO FRAME, speaking quietly:
JACK CRAWFORD
Youre all wired. You talk it out
to us when you feel like it, dont
say anything when you dont feel
like it. Take as long as you want.
We will come in when you tell us.
Will nods.
Jack stands and EXITS FRAME.
REFLECTIVE LIGHT flashes across Wills face, lighting up his

eyes. All SOUND IS DULLED as if his ears were blocked, the
AMBIENT NOISE of Wills circulatory system provides an
organic hum. CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL we are -14
INT. ELISE NICHOLS BEDROOM - NIGHT
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The CRIME-SCENE PHOTOGRAPHER takes pictures. JIMMY PRICE

(50, solid, focused) dusts the window for fingerprints.
BEVERLY KATZ (30s, bright-eyed yet weary) combs for hairs and
fibers. BRIAN ZELLER (early 30s, handsome) shines a light
under Elises box spring, exposing a cracked bed board. Jack
Crawford herds Price, Katz and Zeller out the door.
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INT. NICHOLS HOME - BATHROOM - NIGHT
15
Will scoops up water in his hands from the faucet in the sink
to wash down the last two Aspirin from his now empty bottle.
He splashes water on his face, dries it with his shirttail.
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EXT. ELISE NICHOLS BEDROOM - SECOND FLOOR WINDOW

Will Graham has climbed out the window onto the porch roof.
He sits on the gritty shingles. He hugs his knees, his damp
shirt pressed cold across his back. He snorts the night air
to cleanse the smell of Elise Nichols death from his nose.
From his vantage point, he can see POLICE OFFICERS, POLICE
CARS and other CRIME SCENE SPECIALISTS assembled on the lawn.
Mr. and Mrs. Nichols are treated in the back of an Ambulance.
Will Graham takes a breath, exhales, then closes his eyes.
A PENDULUM
It swings in the darkness of Will Grahams mind, keeping
rhythm with his heart beat. FWUM. FWUM. FWUM.
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6/26/13
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ON WILL GRAHAM - WILLS P.O.V.

He OPENS HIS EYES and he is standing outside Elise Nichols
Bedroom Window. The neighborhood is quiet and empty. No
Police. No Police Cars. No Ambulance.
He looks through the window glass to Elise Nichols sleeping
soundly in her bed. Will quietly opens the window.
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INT. ELISE NICHOLS BEDROOM - NIGHT - WILLS P.O.V.

Will stands over Elise Nichols, very much alive. He watches
her for a quiet moment. Tears well in Wills eyes, then...
Will bears down on Elises chest with his knee, cracking ribs
as he simultaneously squeezes her throat shut with his hands.
Its sudden and horrible and violent. Elise is immediately
startled out of a deep sleep into terror.
Elise struggles, her face swelling with pressure, capillaries
in her skin and the whites of her eye WRINKLE and BURST.
Tears stream down her cheeks as she tries to scream but
cannot. The bed board finally SNAPS and with it, Elise dies.
OMNISCIENT P.O.V. as CAMERA REVEALS Beverly Katz has not left
the room, as instructed. Shes standing over Elise Nichols
dead body, which she exposed by peeling back sheets.
BEVERLY KATZ
Youre Will Graham.
WILL GRAHAM
Youre not supposed to be in here.
BEVERLY KATZ
You wrote the standard monograph on
time of death by insect activity.
She indicates her tweezers and whats between them.
BEVERLY KATZ (CONTD)
Found velvet in two of the wounds.
(then)
Youre not real F.B.I.?
WILL GRAHAM
Im a special investigator.
BEVERLY KATZ
Never been an F.B.I. Agent?
WILL GRAHAM
Strict screening procedures.
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BEVERLY KATZ
Detects instability. You unstable?
Jack Crawford hurries in, as annoyed with Beverly as Will.
JACK CRAWFORD
Youre not supposed to be in here.
BEVERLY KATZ
Found antler velvet in two of the
wounds. Like she was gored. Was
looking for velvet in the other
wounds but I was interrupted.
CAMERA REVEALS Brian Zeller is now standing next to Will.
BRIAN ZELLER
Deer and elk pin their prey, put
all their weight on the antlers and
try to suffocate them. Thats how
they would kill a fox or a coyote.
Will very subtilely retreats from the conversation.
JACK CRAWFORD
Elise Nichols was strangled and
suffocated. Ribs were broken.
BRIAN ZELLER
Its not rutting season. Male deer
arent competing for female deer
this time of year.
WILL GRAHAM
Antler velvet is rich in nutrients.
It actually promotes healing. He
may have put it there on purpose.
JACK CRAWFORD
You think he wanted to heal her?
WILL GRAHAM
He was trying to undo as much as he
could, given he already killed her.
JACK CRAWFORD
He put her back where he found her.
WILL GRAHAM
Whatever he did to the others, he
couldnt do it to her.
JACK CRAWFORD
Is this his Golden Ticket?
No.
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WILL GRAHAM
This is an apology.
The apology catches in Wills throat and hangs in the air.

He runs his hand over his forehead and takes a deep breath.
WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)
Does anyone have any Aspirin?
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OMITTED
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B19
INT. AIRPLANE CABIN - NIGHT
B19
Will PLOPS into an uncomfortable Coach Class Seat, cracks

open another Aspirin sample pack and swallows them.
MATCH CUT TO:
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INT. WILL GRAHAMS CAR - NIGHT
19
Will PLOPS behind the steering wheel. He reaches into his

pocket and pulls out several empty Aspirin packs.
TIME CUT TO:
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INT. WILL GRAHAMS CAR - CITY ROAD - NIGHT
20
Will stares into middle distance as he drives, hypnotized by

the pavement unfurling ahead of him. HEADLIGHTS reflect off
of SOMETHING in the distance moving down the empty road.
Will squints over the steering wheel as he approaches the
certain SOMETHING and finally realizes what it is...
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EXT. WILL GRAHAMS CAR - CITY ROAD - NIGHT

Will slows considerably as he pulls along side A DOG. A rope
around its neck suggests it was once tied to something. No
collar, matted fur, nevertheless it trots with determination,
barely acknowledging Will as he rolls down his window.
Hello.
WILL GRAHAM
The stray Dog stops and allows Will to drive past. Will
slows to a stop and gets out of his car, at which point the
dog abruptly turns around and heads the opposite direction.
Despite being absolutely exhausted emotionally and
physically, Will gets back in his car and u-turns on the road
to pursue the dog who is keeping a steady pace trotting away.
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Will goes around the Dog, blocking both lanes of the road
ahead of it Police Car style. The Dog trots around his car
in a half-circle, continuing down the road on the other side.
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EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
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The Dog with the rope around its neck continues its sojourn
into the night, undeterred by anything up until this point.
CAMERA REVEALS the Dog trotting past Will sitting on his car,
unwrapping a BAG OF HOTDOGS from a 7-11 BAG. The Dog stops.
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INT. WILL GRAHAMS CAR - NIGHT - DRIVING
23
Will already seems lighter in spirit. He glances at the

mangy Dog securely fastened into the passenger seat and asks:
WILL GRAHAM
What do you want from me?
The Dog stares.
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A25
EXT. WILL GRAHAMS HOUSE - PORCH - NIGHT
A25
The Dog stands patiently as Will SHAVES off clumps of matted

hair with an ELECTRIC TRIMMER, tossing them in a woolly pile.
TIME CUT TO:
The Dog stands patiently in a tub as Will massages a SOAPY
LATHER through his furry coat and around the bald patches.
TIME CUT TO:
The Dog stands patiently as Will gently towel-dries and
simultaneously blow-dries him next to a SPACE HEATER.
TIME CUT TO:
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OMITTED
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INT. WILL GRAHAMS HOUSE - NIGHT

The Dog stands patiently in his kennel looking up at Will.
WILL GRAHAM
Winston. This is everybody.
Everybody. This is Winston.
CAMERA REVEALS EIGHT FORMALLY STRAY DOGS staring at Winston
in the safety of a new dog kennel. Will is a dog collector.
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An ALPHA DOG steps forward and growls at Winston. Will

quickly corrects the aggressive mutt with a sharp look and a:
Tsssst.
WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)
Alpha steps back into line, sits, then lays down obediently.
WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)
Thats right.
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INT. WILL GRAHAMS BATHROOM - SHOWER - NIGHT
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Will lets the hot water wash over him, surrounded by steam.
The steam GROWS MORE DENSE and then slowly and only slightly,
THINS REVEALING Will is now STANDING IN THE MISTY FOREST OF
THIS MIND. He is deep in thought, barely noticing the STAG
walking through the misty forest fog only 20 feet away.
SNAPPING BACK TO THE SHOWER, Will shuts off the water.
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INT. WILL GRAHAMS HOUSE - NIGHT
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The entire pack is huddled together sleigh-dog style

surrounding Winstons dog kennel. Will sleeps quietly in his
bed on the other side of the room. Moonlight-cast tree
branch shadows stretch along the walls and across the
ceiling. Then theres another breathing in the room.
Will calmly opens his eyes, holding his own breath as he
listens for the second breather. The mysterious breathing
continues as Will turns to see laying in bed next to him:
ELISE NICHOLS
Shes wearing the nightie Will found her in, appearing
exactly as she did in her own bed, but now shes in his.
As Will reaches out to touch her, the ANTLER-LIKE TREE BRANCH
SHADOWS shift and stretch, piercing Elise through her wounds,
re-impaling her and pulling her into the DARKNESS.
Elise slowly recedes into the SHADOWS and disappears.
ON WILL GRAHAM
He jolts awake in his bed, soaking wet with perspiration.
Elise Nichols was lying next to him only in a dream.
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19.
His shirt and underwear cling indiscriminately as he throws

back the damp sheets and climbs out of bed. He EXITS peeling
off clothes like a wet bathing suit that then slaps to the
floor.
Will ENTERS, pulling on a dry t-shirt and underwear, lays a
beach towel down on the wet bed, then crawls inside. He
pulls the sheets back over himself, heaving a deep sigh.
END OF ACT TWO
6/26/13
20.
ACT THREE
UNDERWATER
SPLOOSH. A FACE breaks the surface in a FLURRY OF BUBBLES,
sinking TOWARD CAMERA, filling THE FRAME. Its Will.
MATCH CUT TO:
WILL GRAHAM
He stands over a sink, splashing water on his face, rattled.
CAMERA REVEAL we are -29
INT. F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - BATHROOM - NEXT DAY

Will pats his face dry with paper towels as Jack ENTERS,
impatient, having been looking for Will for some time.
JACK CRAWFORD
What are you doing in here?
WILL GRAHAM
I enjoy the smell of urinal cake.
Me, too.
JACK CRAWFORD
Lets talk.
An AGENT ENTERS to use the facilities.
Jack holds the door.

Use the ladies room.
The Agent abruptly turns and EXITS. Will eyes Jack closing
the door, realizing hes not getting by without conversation.
Do you respect my judgement, Will?
Yes.
WILL GRAHAM
JACK CRAWFORD
We have a better chance of catching
this guy if youre in the saddle.
WILL GRAHAM
Im in the saddle. Just confused
which direction Im pointing. I
dont know this kind of psychopath.
Never read about him. I dont even
know if hes a psychopath. Hes
not insensitive. Hes not shallow.
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JACK CRAWFORD
You could tell something about him
or you wouldntve said this was an
apology. Whats he apologizing for?
WILL GRAHAM
Couldnt honor her. He feels bad.
JACK CRAWFORD
Feeling bad defeats the purpose of
being a psychopath, doesnt it?
Yes.
WILL GRAHAM
It does.
JACK CRAWFORD
Then what kind of crazy is he?
WILL GRAHAM
He couldnt show her he loved her
so he put her corpse back where he
killed it. Whatever crazy that is.
JACK CRAWFORD
You think he loves these girls?
WILL GRAHAM
He loves one of them, and I think
by association, he has some form of
love for the others.
JACK CRAWFORD
There was no semen or saliva.
Elise Nichols died a virgin and
that corpse kept her promise.
WILL GRAHAM
Thats not how hes loving them.
He wouldnt disrespect them that
way. He doesnt want these girls
to suffer. He kills them quickly
and, to his thinking, with mercy.
JACK CRAWFORD
The sensitive psychopath. He
risked getting caught to tuck Elise
Nichols back into bed.
WILL GRAHAM
He has to take the next girl soon.
He knows hes going to get caught.
One way or the other.
CUT TO:
21.

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22.
INT. F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - HAIR AND FIBER - DAY
30
A small, enclosed work space in a sealed, clean room.

ON BEVERLY KATZ
She has Elise Nichols NIGHTIE suspended from a hanger over a
table covered with white paper. Working under bright lights
in the draft-free room, she brushes the nightie with a metal
spatula, working with the wale and across it, with the nap
and against it. Something falls through the still air:
A TINY CURL OF METAL
It falls to the paper.
I got you.
Beverly studies it with bright eyes:
BEVERLY KATZ
CUT TO:
A METAL PIPE
Its secured in a vise positioned against the PIPE CUTTERS
JAWS. The cutters knurled handle turns as a small amount of
CUTTING OIL is applied to the blade, seeping over it.
EXTREME CLOSE UP
The cutter is rotated and the blade is tightened, cutting
into the pipe, shaving curls of metal as THREADS are carved.
A TINY CURL OF METAL
It falls in similar fashion as it did in the crime lab.
Instead of white paper, it lands on a pile of metal shavings.
A CAR DOOR SHUTS and CAMERA REVEALS we are -31
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
31
CAMERA FINDS the car, a Minnesota girl gets out. She is of

the same hair color, eye color, weight and height as Elise
Nichols and the seven young women before her.
Her name is ABIGAIL HOBBS.
She offers a small wave to the PIPE THREADER. One dirty hand
offers a small wave in return. She knows her killer.
CUT TO:
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6/26/13
23.
EXT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - DAY

CAMERA FINDS Jack Crawford walking with DR. ALANA BLOOM, a
beautiful Psychology Professor in her 30s.
A CHYRON tells us we are -F.B.I. ACADEMY, QUANTICO, VIRGINIA
JACK CRAWFORD
Graham likes you. He doesnt think
you run any mind games on him.
ALANA BLOOM
I dont. Im as honest with him as
Id be with a patient.
JACK CRAWFORD
Been observing him during your
guest lectures at the academy?
ALANA BLOOM
Never been in a room alone with
Will. I want to be his friend.
And I am. You already asked me to
do a study on him. I said no.
JACK CRAWFORD
Seemed a shame not to take
advantage, academically speaking.
ALANA BLOOM
Anything scholarly on Will Graham
would be published posthumously.
JACK CRAWFORD
Why arent you ever alone with him?
ALANA BLOOM
Because I have a professional
curiosity about him.
JACK CRAWFORD
If he caught you peeking, hed
snatch down the shades?
ALANA BLOOM
Normally I wouldnt even broach
this, but what do you think one of
Wills strongest drives is?
Jack knows exactly what shes getting at.
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24.
JACK CRAWFORD
Fear. He deals with huge amounts
of fear. Comes with imagination.
ALANA BLOOM
Its the price of imagination.
JACK CRAWFORD
I wouldnt put him out there if I
couldnt cover him -- if I couldnt
cover him eighty percent.
ALANA BLOOM
I wouldnt put him out there.
JACK CRAWFORD
Hes out there. And I need him out
there. And I need you to make sure
hes not left out there.
ALANA BLOOM
You really dont want me commenting
on this in any official capacity.
It wouldnt reflect well on you.
Jack heaves a frustrated breath and exhales:
ALANA BLOOM (CONTD)
Promise me something, Jack. Dont
let him get too close.
JACK CRAWFORD
He wont get too close. I can
promise you that.
CUT TO:
A BLACK BODY BAG
A HAND reaches into FRAME and begins to UNZIP.
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We are --
INT. F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - EXAMINATION ROOM - DAY

Beverly Katz and Brian Zeller hover over the examination
table as Jimmy Price continues to UNZIP the BODY BAG, all
wearing gloves, aprons and splash visors.
JIMMY PRICE
Tried her skin for prints. Of
course, nothing. We did get a hand
spread off her neck.
BEVERLY KATZ
Report say anything about nails?
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25.
BRIAN ZELLER
Her fingernails were smudged when
we took scrapings. The scrapings
were where she cut her palms with
them. She never scratched him.
BEVERLY KATZ
Curly piece of metal is all we got.
Beverly sneaks a flirtatious smile as CAMERA FINDS Will.
WILL GRAHAM
(absently)
We should be looking at plumbers,
steamfitters, tool-workers.
Will is also outfitted in gloves, an apron and a splash visor
(perched on top of his head). He flips the visor down and
his breathing is amplified in his ears as it fogs his vision.
He takes a breath and forces himself to look in the bag.
CAMERA MOVES INTO THE BODY BAG
There is no body, only darkness. And the SOUND of WILLS
BREATH bouncing off the splash visor.
ELISE NICHOLS
She stands naked in that darkness, a deathly pallor. ANTLERS
SPROUT LIKE BRANCHES from her WOUNDS. Tiny CRIMSON STREAMS
defy gravity, climbing antlers and floating upward in beads.
Will SNAPS BACK TO:
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INT. F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - EXAMINATION ROOM - DAY

As before.
Zeller, Katz, Price continue their examination.

BRIAN ZELLER
Other injuries were probably but
not conclusively postmortem.
(to Beverly Katz)
She wasnt gored.
BEVERLY KATZ
She has lots of piercings that look
like they were caused by deer
antlers. I didnt say the deer was
responsible for putting them there.
WILL GRAHAM
She was mounted on them. Like
hooks. She may have been bled.
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26.
Beverly and Jimmy glance at Will.

Brian Zeller is too
distracted by his investigation of the abdominal wound.
BRIAN ZELLER
Her liver was removed. He took it
out and put it back in. See.
JIMMY PRICE
Why cut out her liver if he was
just going to sew it back in again?
All muscle tone in Wills face goes slack.
WILL GRAHAM
Something was wrong with the meat.
Zeller looks up from the liver -- how did Graham know?
BRIAN ZELLER
She has liver cancer.
The facts briefly ricochet around Wills mind, then:
WILL GRAHAM
Hes eating them.
CUT TO:
35
INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT

To the strains of Goldberg Variations by Bach, CAMERA CRAWLS
across a well-appointed dining room table with place settings
for one serving a beautifully prepared and presented liver.
As fork and knife respectfully cut meat...
...CAMERA REVEALS a handsome, professorial man in his 40s.
Erudite and as well appointed as his dining room. He cuts a
piece of liver, skewering it with his fork before applying a
balance of garnishes with his knife. He takes a bite.
Meet HANNIBAL LECTER.
END OF ACT THREE
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6/26/13
27.
ACT FOUR
BLACK
The sound of a grown mans quiet sobbing.
ON HANNIBAL
He watches the OFF-SCREEN SOBBING MAN inscrutably for an
uncomfortably long moment, studying him.
THE SOBBING MAN
A handsome, well-groomed gent in his 30s named FRANKLYN.
tries to find dignity in his tears as he reaches out...
Please...
He
FRANKLYN
Hannibal hands him the box of tissues he is reaching for.

FRANKLYN (CONTD)
I hate being this neurotic.
Franklyn wipes his eyes and nose.
HANNIBAL
If you werent neurotic, Franklyn,
you would be something much worse.
CAMERA POPS WIDE TO REVEAL we are -36
INT. HANNIBAL LECTERS OFFICE - DAY

Immaculate, filled with antiques and artifacts and a gallery
of books in the fashion of Sir John Soane. Hannibal sits in
an arm chair across from Franklyn, who gathers his emotions.
A CHRYON tells us we are -BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
HANNIBAL
Our brain is designed to experience
anxiety in short bursts, not the
prolonged foamy lathers of duress
your neuroses seem to enjoy. Its
why you feel as though a lion were
on the verge of devouring you.
He eyes the tissue Franklyn tosses on the side table.
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28.
HANNIBAL (CONTD)
You have to convince yourself the
lion is not in the room. When it
is, I assure you, you will know it.
THE DOOR
Hannibal opens it to usher Franklyn out and finds JACK
CRAWFORD waiting patiently on his doorstep.
JACK CRAWFORD
Doctor Lecter?
HANNIBAL
I hate to be discourteous, but this
is a private exit for my patients.
JACK CRAWFORD
Im Special Agent Jack Crawford
with the F.B.I. May I come in?
HANNIBAL
You may wait in the waiting room.
Hannibal eyes his credentials, then dismisses Franklyn.
HANNIBAL (CONTD)
Ill see you next week, Franklyn.
(to Jack Crawford)
Unless of course this is about him.
JACK CRAWFORD
Oh, no, this is all about you.
Hannibal blinks and forces a flat smile.
37
INT. HANNIBAL LECTERS OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - DAY

Jack Crawford cools his heels, idly picks up a magazine.
door opens and Hannibal steps into the doorway.
Please.
38
37
The
HANNIBAL
Come in.
INT. HANNIBAL LECTERS OFFICE - DAY

Jack surveys Hannibals collection of books and artifacts,
admiring his art, as the doctor follows him in.
HANNIBAL
May I ask how this is all about me?
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29.
JACK CRAWFORD
You can ask. But I do need to ask
you a few questions first.
(then)
Are you expecting another patient?
HANNIBAL
Were all alone.
JACK CRAWFORD
No secretary?
HANNIBAL
Was pre-dispositioned to romantic
whims. Followed her heart to the
United Kingdom. Sad to see her go.
Hannibal dangerously alone with Jack Crawford, who studies
framed meticulous pencil drawings of Parisian landscapes.
JACK CRAWFORD
Are these yours, Doctor?
Hannibal indicates an immaculate rendering of a school.
HANNIBAL
Among the firsts. My boarding
school in Paris when I was a boy.
JACK CRAWFORD
Incredible amount of detail.
Hannibal picks up a pencil and cuts a point with a scalpel,
blowing the shavings off the tip to reveal its sharpness.
HANNIBAL
Learned very early a scalpel cuts
better points than a pencil sharpener.
Hannibal sits down the pencil, but not the scalpel. He
listens to Jack, eyes drifting to the F.B.I. Agents jugular.
JACK CRAWFORD
I understand your drawing got you
an internship at Johns Hopkins.
As we become aware of the steady rhythm of Hannibals
heartbeat, his nostrils flair and his eyes dilate, as he
exhales a very calm observation.
HANNIBAL
I am beginning to suspect you are
investigating me, Agent Crawford.
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30.
An eerie stillness as if lightning were about to strike.

JACK CRAWFORD
You were referred to me by Alana
Bloom in the psychology department
at Georgetown.
Hannibals demeanor changes ever so slightly.
HANNIBAL
Most psychology departments are
filled with ham radio enthusiasts
and other personality-deficients.
Dr. Bloom would be the exception.
JACK CRAWFORD
You mentored her during her
residency at John Hopkins?
HANNIBAL
I learned as much from her as she
learned from me.
JACK CRAWFORD
Showed me your paper in The Journal
of Clinical Psychiatry. Evolutionary
Origins of Social Exclusion.
And?
HANNIBAL
JACK CRAWFORD
Very interesting, even to a layman.
HANNIBAL
A layman? So many learned fellows
going about in the halls of
Behavioral Science at the F.B.I.
and you consider yourself a layman?
JACK CRAWFORD
I do when Im in your company,
Doctor. Id like you to help me
with a psychological profile.
OFF Hannibals piqued interest...
CLOSE ON - WILL
The FRAMES OF HIS GLASSES strategically positioned to block
eye contact, yet giving the impression of looking at someone.
CAMERA REVEALS we are --
6/26/13
31.
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A39
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A39
B39
INT. F.B.I. - JACK CRAWFORDS OFFICE - DAY
B39
Will Graham sits with Hannibal Lecter and Jack Crawford.

A CHRYON tells us we are -F.B.I. Academy, Quantico, Virginia
HANNIBAL
Tell me then, how many confessions?
JACK CRAWFORD
Twelve dozen last time I checked.
None of them knew details. Until
this morning. Then everyone knew
details. Some genius in Duluth PD
took a picture of Elise Nichols
body with their phone and shared it
with a few close friends. Freddy
Lounds ran it on Tattlecrime.com.
Tasteless.
WILL GRAHAM
HANNIBAL
Do you have trouble with taste?
WILL GRAHAM
My thoughts are often not tasty.
Nor mine.
HANNIBAL
No effective barriers.
WILL GRAHAM
I make forts.
HANNIBAL
Associations come quickly.
WILL GRAHAM
So do forts.
Hannibal notices Will avoiding looking anyone in the eye.
HANNIBAL
Not fond of eye contact, are you?
Will unapologetically continues to avoid eye contact.
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32.
WILL GRAHAM
Eyes are distracting. You see too
much. You dont see enough. And
its hard to focus when youre
thinking those whites are really
white or they must have hepatitis,
or is that a burst vein? So I try
to avoid eyes whenever possible.
Hannibal isnt deflected from making his observations.
HANNIBAL
I imagine what you see and learn
touches everything else in your
mind. Your values and decency are
present yet shocked at your
associations, appalled at your
dreams. No forts in the bone arena
of your skull for things you love.
Hannibal has just described Will Graham to a letter, but he
is not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing it.
WILL GRAHAM
Whose profile are you working on?
(to Jack)
Whose profile is he working on?
HANNIBAL
Im sorry, Will. Observing is what
we do. I cant shut mine off any
more than you can shut yours off.
Will doesnt appreciate the intrusion into his psyche.
WILL GRAHAM
(to Jack)
Please dont psychoanalyze me. You
wont like me when Im psychoanalyzed.
Now if youll excuse me, I have to go
give a lecture on psychoanalyzing.
He scoots out of his chair and EXITS, leaving Hannibal and
Jack Crawford alone in the office.
JACK CRAWFORD
Keep poking him like that and those
Get Smart doors are going to come
down faster than you can say Boo.
HANNIBAL
During intense conversations, does
he adopt your cadence of speech?
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33.
He does and Crawford has definitely noticed it before.

JACK CRAWFORD
I thought it was a gimmick to get
the back-and-forth going.
Hannibal studies the PHOTOS of the Minnesota murder victims.
HANNIBAL
Its involuntary. He couldnt stop
himself if he tried.
(then)
What he has is pure empathy. And
projection. He can assume your
point of view, or mine -- and maybe
some other points of view that
scare him. Its an uncomfortable
gift, Jack. Perceptions a tool
thats pointed on both ends.
Hannibal reads Jack Crawford in one slow blink.
HANNIBAL (CONTD)
This cannibal you have him getting
to know... I think I can help good
Will see his face.
40-A43 OMITTED
40-A43
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT FOUR
6/26/13
34.
ACT FIVE
CASSIES DEAD BODY
She has similar WOUNDS across her torso to the ones seen on
Elise Nichols, as well as TWO LARGE PUNCTURES on her chest.
The ANTLERS she is impaled on tastefully mask her nudity,
along with the small MURDER OF CROWS gathered around her.
CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL...
A HORRIFIC TABLEAU
Cassies body is mounted like a TABLE TOP on ANTLER TABLE
LEGS belonging to the SEVERED HEAD of a TROPHY STAG. The
CROWS give the impression of guests at a dinner table.
We are -44
EXT. MINNESOTA FIELD - MORNING

CAMERA CONTINUES PULLING BACK under the POLICE TAPE, which
Jack Crawford and Will Graham are presently stepping over.
WILL GRAHAM
I feel like Im dreaming.
JACK CRAWFORD
The head was reported stolen last
night about a mile from here.
WILL GRAHAM
Just the head?
Brian Zeller, Beverly Katz, and Jimmy Price are combing the
immediate area for forensic evidence. Jack and Will stare as
Beverly and Brian Zeller attempt to shoo the crows away.
JACK CRAWFORD
Minneapolis homicide has already
made a statement. Theyre calling
him the Minnesota Shrike.
WILL GRAHAM
Like the bird?
JIMMY PRICE
Shrikes a perching bird. Impales
mice and lizards on thorny branches
and barbed wire. Rips their organs
right out of their bodies. Puts
them in a little birdie pantry and
eats them later. At its leisure.
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35.
BEVERLY KATZ
Sounds about right.
JACK CRAWFORD
Cant tell if its sloppy or shrewd.
WILL GRAHAM
He wanted her to be found this way.
Its the homicidal equivalent of
fecal smearing. Its petulant.
I
almost feel like hes mocking her.
(then)
Or hes mocking us.
JACK CRAWFORD
Whered all his love go?
WILL GRAHAM
Whoever tucked Elise Nichols into
bed didnt paint this picture.
Brian Zeller looks up from Cassies mounted corpse.
BRIAN ZELLER
He took her lungs. I think she was
still alive when he cut them out.
QUICK POP TO:
THE MISSING LUNGS
Raw and cleaned.
45
We are --
INT. HANNIBAL LECTERS HOME - KITCHEN - NIGHT
45
Hannibal charmingly beats the air out of the lungs with a

mallet to the strains of Strauss, pounding the lungs flat.
He dabs his pinky into the raw lung tissue and tastes.
HANNIBAL
Pre-smoked.
46
EXT. MINNESOTA FIELD - MORNING

Will has finally turned away to give his soul some relief.
Jack Crawford and Brian Zeller stand over the table that is
CASSIES BODY. Beverly Katz and Jimmy Price work nearby.
WILL GRAHAM
Our cannibal loves women. He
doesnt want to destroy them. He
wants to consume them. Keep some
part of them inside. This girls
killer thought she was a pig.
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36.
JACK CRAWFORD
You think this is a copy cat?
Will takes in the open field, considering the stage.
WILL GRAHAM
I dont know. Cannibal who killed
Elise Nichols had a place to do it
and no interest in field Kabuki.
He has a house or two, or a cabin.
Something with an antler room.
QUICK POP TO:
47
THE MISSING LUNGS - HANNIBAL LECTERS KITCHEN
47
Hannibal dunks the offal into a gently simmering wine stock.

Hannibal fries the meat with onions and tomatoes.
POP BACK TO:
48
EXT. MINNESOTA FIELD - CASSIES DEAD BODY - MORNING

Jack Crawford and Will Graham stare at the horrible tableau.
JACK CRAWFORD
Were already looking at Minnesota
steamfitters and plumbers and
people with hunting licenses.
WILL GRAHAM
He has a daughter. Same age as the
other girls. Same hair color, same
eye color, same height, same weight.
Shes an only child. Shes leaving
home. He cant stand the thought of
losing her. Shes his Golden Ticket.
JACK CRAWFORD
What about the Copy Cat?
WILL GRAHAM
An intelligent psychopath,
particularly a sadist, is hard to
catch. Theres no traceable
motive. Therell be no patterns.
He may never kill like this again.
Will turns and crosses under the POLICE TAPE, tossing back:
48
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WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)

Have Dr. Lecter work up a
psychological profile. You seem to
be impressed with his opinion.
QUICK POP TO:
49
THE MISSING LUNGS - HANNIBAL LECTERS DINING ROOM
49
Hannibal takes a bite and washes it down with a sip of wine.

CUT TO:
A50
EXT. WILL GRAHAMS HOUSE - FIELD - NIGHT
A50
Will stands underneath the sky considering the stars. An

eerie moment of silence, then a subtle crunching of grass
indicates Will is not alone. He glances over to see...
A RAVEN-FEATHERED STAG
It walks quietly through the meadow toward Will, who holds
his breath, taking in the surreal vision of this beast. The
RAVEN-FEATHERED STAG stops and watches Will. Then a SUDDEN
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKING startles the stag and it BOLTS.
A CLOSED DOOR
It DISTORTS and COMES INTO FOCUS as KNOCK-KNOCK.
50
We are --
INT. MINNEAPOLIS MOTEL ROOM - MORNING

Will wraps a robe around himself as he shuffles to the door
wiping the fresh sleep out of his eyes. He opens the door
REVEALING Hannibal Lecter standing outside holding two cups,
a thermos and a small thermal food storage bag.
HANNIBAL
Good morning, Will.
May I come in?
Will stares at him.

WILL GRAHAM
Wheres Crawford?
HANNIBAL
Deposed in court. The adventure
will be yours and mine today.
(then)
May I come in?
50
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38.
CLOSE ON SMALL TABLE

A beautifully presented breakfast for two served on
tupperware containers on top of place settings. Freshly
brewed coffee is poured into the two cups Hannibal carried.
POP WIDE as Hannibal peels lids off the tupperware dishes.
HANNIBAL (CONTD)
Im very careful about what I put
into my body. Which means I end up
preparing most meals myself.
A
little protein scramble to start
the day. Some eggs, some sausage.
Hannibal watches Will take a bite of his breakfast scramble.
WILL GRAHAM
Its delicious. Thank you.
HANNIBAL
My pleasure.
He is genuinely amused and successfully hides it.
HANNIBAL (CONTD)
I would apologize for my analytical
ambush but I know I will soon be
apologizing again and youll tire
of that eventually so I have to
consider using apologies sparingly.
WILL GRAHAM
Just keep it professional.
HANNIBAL
Or we could socialize like adults,
god forbid we become friendly.
WILL GRAHAM
I dont find you that interesting.
HANNIBAL
You will.
(changing the subject)
Agent Crawford tells me you have a
knack for the monsters.
WILL GRAHAM
Thats a superstition.
HANNIBAL
I called your good friend Dr. Bloom
about you.
(MORE)
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39.
HANNIBAL (CONT'D)
She wouldnt gossip, not a word.
Shes very protective of you.
Smitten, I would say. She asked me
to keep an eye on you.
Will studies Hannibal, then decides to keep it to business.
WILL GRAHAM
I dont think the Shrike killed
that girl in the field.
HANNIBAL
The devil is in the details. What
didnt your Copy Cat do to the girl
in the field? What gave it away?
WILL GRAHAM
Everything. Its like he had to
show me a negative so I could see
the positive. That crime scene
was practically gift-wrapped.
HANNIBAL
The mathematics of human behavior.
All those ugly variables. Some bad
math with this shrike fellow. Are
you reconstructing his fantasies?
What kind of problems does he have?
WILL GRAHAM
He has a few.
Almost with a wink:
HANNIBAL
Ever have any problems, Will?
No.
WILL GRAHAM
HANNIBAL
Of course you dont. You and I are
just alike. Problem free. Nothing
about us to feel horrible about.
(then)
I think Uncle Jack sees you as a
fragile little tea-cup, the finest
china used for only special guests.
WILL GRAHAM
How do you see me?
6/26/13
40.
HANNIBAL
The mongoose I want under the house
when the snakes slither by.
(then)
Finish your breakfast.
A51
INT. RENT-A-CAR - DAY
A51
Will throws the car into park and begins to unbuckle his seat
belt when he notices Hannibal smiling.
WILL GRAHAM
What are you smiling about?
HANNIBAL
Peeking behind the curtain. Curious
how the FBI goes about its business
when it isnt kicking in doors.
WILL GRAHAM
Were lucky were not doing house
to house interviews.
(then)
We found a little piece of metal in
the clothes Elise Nichols had on.
A shred from a pipe threader.
HANNIBAL
Jack Crawford wants me to make sure
youre of sound mind and body... to
look for metal pipethreaders?
Will cant help but smile himself.
WILL GRAHAM
Thats between you and Jack.
HANNIBAL
Must be hundreds of construction
sites all over Minnesota.
WILL GRAHAM
Certain kinda metal. Certain kinda
pipe. Certain kinda pipe coating.
So were looking at construction
sites that use that kinda pipe.
HANNIBAL
And what are we looking for?
WILL GRAHAM
At this stage, anything really.
But mostly anything peculiar.

51
6/26/13
41.
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
51
Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter step out of their rental car
and cross toward a CAMPER TRAILER OFFICE.
52
INT. CAMPER TRAILER OFFICE - DAY

A flustered, mildly suspicious secretary named DIXIE stares
at Will and Hannibal leafing through pages as she talks on
the phone in an ineffective hushed tone.
DIXIE
(to phone)
Two fellas from the F.B.I. Theyre
going through drawers now. Putting
papers in file boxes. Yes.
Theyre taking things. No. They
didnt say whe -- Yes, they can.
(to Will and Hannibal)
What did you say your names were?
Just then, Will finds a resignation letter of note.
WILL GRAHAM
Garret Jacob Hobbs.
DIXIE
One of our pipe threaders. Those
are all the resignation letters.
Plumbers union requires them
whenever members finish a job.
(to phone)
Ill call you back.
Dixie hangs up the phone and scoots out from around her desk.
WILL GRAHAM
Did Mr. Hobbs have a daughter?
DIXIE
Might have.
WILL GRAHAM
Eighteen or nineteen, wind-chaffed?
Plain but pretty? She would have
auburn hair. About this tall.
DIXIE
Maybe. I dont know. I dont keep
company with these people.
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6/26/13
42.
HANNIBAL
(to Will)
What is it about Garret Jacob Hobbs
you find so peculiar?
WILL GRAHAM
Left a phone number. No address.
HANNIBAL
Therefore he has something to hide?
Will shrugs, not putting too much weight on the matter.
WILL GRAHAM
Everyone else left an address.
(then, to Dixie)
You have an address for Mr. Hobbs?
CUT TO:
53
EXT. CAMPER TRAILER OFFICE - DAY
53
Will, Hannibal and Dixie haul file boxes from the make-shift
office building to the trunk of their rental car.
Hannibal allows himself to knock a box out of the trunk,
scattering papers. Will and Dixie stoop to pick them up.
I got it.
WILL GRAHAM
As Will and Dixie pick up the pages, Hannibal returns to:

54
INT. CAMPER TRAILER OFFICE - DAY
54
Hannibal waits as the door hinges closed and latches with a

CLICK, watching Dixie and Will clean up the mess he made.
Satisfied, Hannibal picks up the phone with his sleeve.
55
INT. HOBBS RESIDENCE - KITCHEN - MORNING

A bright, intelligent young woman, ABIGAIL HOBBS (seen
earlier), answers the PHONE her mother LOUISE (40s) and
father JACOB (40s) are preparing breakfast in the background.
Abigail is a Minnesota girl like Elise Nichols and the rest.
A CHYRON tells us we are -BLOOMINGTON, MINNESOTA
ABIGAIL
Hello? Just a second.
(to her father)
Dad. Its for you.
55
Who is it?
6/26/13
43.
JACOB
ABIGAIL
Caller i.d. said it was work.
She hands Jacob the phone and he presses it to his ear.
Hello.
56
JACOB
INT. CAMPER TRAILER OFFICE - MORNING
56
Hannibal speaks simply and clearly into the office phone:

HANNIBAL
Mister Garrett Jacob Hobbs?
Yes.
JACOB
HANNIBAL
You dont know me and I suspect
well never meet. This is a
courtesy call. Listen very
carefully. Are you listening?
Yes.
They know.
JACOB
HANNIBAL
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT FIVE
6/26/13
44.
ACT SIX
CLOSE ON - WILL GRAHAM
REFLECTIVE LIGHT flashes across his BLOOD-SPATTERED face,
illuminating his eyes. His clothes are also BLOOD-STAINED.
Something horrible happened since the last time we saw Will.
ALL SOUND IS DULLED and the AMBIENT NOISE of Wills
circulatory system provides an organic hum. He stares intomiddle-distance as CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL we are -57
EXT. HOBBS HOUSE - DAY -- ESTABLISHING
57
A cozy, well-kept tract home stands unobtrusively amongst

aesthetically similar homes. BLOOD-SPATTERED Will leans
against his rental car idling across the street.
A circus of AMBULANCES, PARAMEDICS, POLICE CARS and OFFICERS.
ON WILL GRAHAM
He takes a breath, exhales, then closes his eyes.
A PENDULUM
It swings in the darkness of Wills mind.
FWUM.
FWUM. FWUM.
ON WILL GRAHAM
His eyes are still closed. The PENDULUM is now outside his
head. It swings in front of his eyes, wiping away the POLICE
CARS and OFFICERS. FWUM. The PENDULUM swings across his
bloodied face and the horrible streaks of madness vanish.
Will opens his eyes.
58
We are --
EXT. HOBBS HOUSE - CAR - DAY
58
The crime scene has now been decriminalized in Wills mind.

Will pops an Aspirin behind the wheel of the rental car.
Lector unbuckles his seatbelt on the passenger side. Will
thinks a moment before getting out.
Hannibal smiles, a hint of excitement.
59
EXT. HOBBS HOUSE - DAY - SLOWER MOTION

Will walks purposefully to the front door, trying his best
not to look uncomfortable. Hannibal purposefully lags
behind. Will is halfway to the door when it suddenly opens:
59
6/26/13
45.
LOUISE HOBBS
Bleeding and wheezing, she is shoved down the porch steps in
a heap, the door slamming shut behind her.
ON WILL GRAHAM
He rushes to DYING LOUISE HOBBS. Her alabaster skin in sharp
contrast to the crimson pouring out of it. Multiple wounds
puncture her torso and arms. She grasps haltingly for Will,
streaking him with her blood.
Her cold hand clutches his wrist as her body spasms. Shes
already gone and Will knows this.
He pries her slick, red fingers from his wrist, trying not to
see the last flickers of pain and fear exciting her face.
THE DOOR
Will smashes into it with everything hes got. Its hard to
say whether the sickening crack was from his shoulder or the
its wood frame. He gives it a well-placed kick, and another,
splintering it little-by-little until he can stumble INSIDE.
ON HANNIBAL LECTOR
He strolls casually up the walk, barely glancing at the
lifeless body of Louise Hobbs stepping deliberately over it.
He pauses in the broken doorway, listening closely.
HARD CUT TO:
60
INT. HOBBS HOUSE - MAIN FLOOR - DAY
60
The wild-eyed contrast to Dr. Lector, WILL GRAHAM works his

way from room to room, gun first. Adrenaline allows him to
ignore the splatters of blood defacing the walls and floors.
WILL GRAHAM
Garret Jacob Hobbs? F.B.I.
Will stops cold at the sight before him as he moves into:
61
INT. HOBBS HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

Garrett Jacob Hobbs behind his DAUGHTER, ABIGAIL, slashing at
her throat. The wide-eyed girl has her weight against him,
chin tucked down, gasping for air.
TIME SLOWS TO A CRAWL as the SOUND YIELDS to the AMBIENT
NOISE of Wills circulatory system.
61
6/26/13
46.
Will raises his pistol. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. He fires into

Hobbss exposed upper chest, one after another. Hobbs
doesnt go down. He keeps slashing. Will keeps shooting.
BLAM.
BLAM.
With one last deep cut, Hobbs finally falls. Hannibal steps
into the kitchen, his inscrutable expression suddenly
registering genuine pity and regret as he sees:
ABIGAIL HOBBS
Her struggle to breath underscored by the WHEEZE of air
through her slashed wind-pipe. Will applies pressure to the
wounds, scooping Abigail onto his lap. He looks up to see:
GARRET JACOB HOBBS
He hisses at Will Graham through dying, jagged breath.
See? See?
JACOB
Wills eyes are glazed. Hes shutting down. Behind him:

ON HANNIBAL
He moves swiftly to Abigail, addressing her wounds as she
stares at her dying father even as her own life ebbs. Will
gently raises her glassy eyes to his own as Hannibal works.
Will doesnt look away.
MATCH CUT TO:
62
BLOOD SPATTERED WILL GRAHAM

He leans
CIRCUS.
of their
crawling
62
against the rental car staring at the CRIME SCENE

He watches as PARAMEDICS haul Abigail into the back
AMBULANCE. Hannibal continues to hold her hand,
in beside her as a PARAMEDIC pulls the doors shut.
CUT TO:
63
OMITTED
63
64
OMITTED
64
65
INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - HALLWAY - MORNING
65
CAMERA FOLLOWS JACK CRAWFORD down the corridor toward Will

Grahams lecture hall.
6/26/13
47.
But when he gets to the door he notices instead of Will

Graham at the front of the class, its Dr. Alana Bloom midlecture. Crawford knocks to get her attention. She crosses
to the door and opens it a crack.
JACK CRAWFORD
Wheres Graham?
She considers Crawford and how to answer him best, then:
ALANA BLOOM
You said he wouldnt get too close.
Before Jack can respond, she as respectfully as possible
closes the door in his face and returns to her lecture.
66
INT. HOSPITAL - CORRIDOR - MORNING
66
Will walks under the horrible glare of hospital fluorescents,

passing HOSPITAL SECURITY as he rounds a corner turning into:
67
INT. HOSPITAL - PATIENT ROOM - MORNING
67
Will ENTERS to find Abigail Hobbs integrated into an

elaborate weave of life-saving technology. CAMERA REVEALS
sleeping in a chair next to her bed is HANNIBAL LECTER.
Hes holding her hand, offering a tiny comfort.
Will Graham quietly sits in the empty chair next to Lecter
watching his unconscious care for the girl they both saved.
CUT TO BLACK.
THE END

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Final Shooting Script

INT. HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

EXT. HOME - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS - WILLS P.O.V.

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)

EXT. HOUSE - TELEPHONE POLE - NIGHT - OMNISCIENT P.O.V.

A PHONE COMPANY REPAIRMAN has climbed to the top of the

PHONE COMPANY REPAIRMAN

INT. HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - WILLS P.O.V.

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

Will holds his SMART PHONE to the phone receiver as he

INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - LECTURE HALL - DAY

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - HALLWAY - ON JACK CRAWFORDS BACK

He walks down the corridor toward Will Grahams lecture hall.

INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - LECTURE HALL - DAY

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

EXT. F.B.I. ACADEMY GROUNDS - QUANTICO, VIRGINIA - DAY

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

JACK CRAWFORDS VOICE

INT. F.B.I. ACADEMY - JACK CRAWFORDS OFFICE - DAY

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

WILL GRAHAM (CONTD)

EXT. NICHOLS HOME - NIGHT

A CHYRON tells us we are --

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

INT. NICHOLS HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

Jack doesnt hesitate to pull out his phone and dial.

INT. NICHOLS HOME - ELISE NICHOLS CLOSED BEDROOM DOOR

Mr. Nichols leads Will, who pulls on gloves as they approach.

ELISE NICHOLS BEDROOM

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

Will raises a gloved hand, stopping Mr. Nichols.

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

Jack stands and EXITS FRAME.

REFLECTIVE LIGHT flashes across Wills face, lighting up his

INT. ELISE NICHOLS BEDROOM - NIGHT

The CRIME-SCENE PHOTOGRAPHER takes pictures. JIMMY PRICE

INT. NICHOLS HOME - BATHROOM - NIGHT

EXT. ELISE NICHOLS BEDROOM - SECOND FLOOR WINDOW

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

ON WILL GRAHAM - WILLS P.O.V.

INT. ELISE NICHOLS BEDROOM - NIGHT - WILLS P.O.V.

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

The apology catches in Wills throat and hangs in the air.

INT. AIRPLANE CABIN - NIGHT

Will PLOPS into an uncomfortable Coach Class Seat, cracks

INT. WILL GRAHAMS CAR - NIGHT

Will PLOPS behind the steering wheel. He reaches into his

INT. WILL GRAHAMS CAR - CITY ROAD - NIGHT

Will stares into middle distance as he drives, hypnotized by

EXT. WILL GRAHAMS CAR - CITY ROAD - NIGHT

HANNIBAL - PROD. #101 - DBL GREEN Collated

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

INT. WILL GRAHAMS CAR - NIGHT - DRIVING

Will already seems lighter in spirit. He glances at the

EXT. WILL GRAHAMS HOUSE - PORCH - NIGHT

The Dog stands patiently as Will SHAVES off clumps of matted